Breaks My Heart.

The visual doesn't QUITE keep up with the audio, but you should still watch til the end.




http://www.couragecampaign.org/page/s/divorce

PLEASE take a couple minutes to watch this video and sign the letter. Thank you.

My Life as a Soundtrack.

You know how sometimes your standing on the platform waiting for the tube/t/metro/subway/BART/MUNI/whatever, and a song pops up on your iPod, and you didn't know you had it but it just fits your life so perfectly at that instant in time?

I totally had one of those moments today.



P.S. London hasn't felt like "school" yet. It's just felt like learning. But now I have an art history paper due tomorrow. And suddenly, it feels like school. Bugger.

Negative Nancy.

Things I'm Not OK With . . .

- the fact that I drove you two together.
- the prospect of not going back.
- the prospect of not seeing you again.
- the fact that I'm so fucking far away.
- the fact that doctor's always pick the worst fucking time to go on vacation.
- the fact that the only place I can find "Lower My Gun" by Jay Brannan is on YouTube.
- that you're not here.
- that I'm not there.
- that I'm awkward.
- that YouTube cut out the last 4 minutes of dialogue of the movie I was just watching.
- that Netflix instant view doesn't work outside of the US.
- the way I often go unnoticed.
- the way you called me a given.
- that I haven't purchased any non-alcoholic beverages while in this country.
- the fact that I can't fulfill my cat lady destiny because I am allergic to cats.
- that this knot won't get out of my chest.
- that I have to sleep in this big bed all by myself.
- the fact that I ONLY see people during Interrelationships.
- that you moved away before I got a chance.
- that I never take a chance.
- that I didn't email you sooner.
- who I am as anything other than a human being (wrap your head around that one, why dontcha).
- that I'm in this fucking funk.
- that my Polaroids are falling down and I can't find the Sellotape.
- that I have yet to start my art history paper.
- that I have no whiskey.
- being moody.
- everything.
- nothing.
- regrets.
- the fact that it's 2 AM and I'm tired and bitter for next to no reason and instead of sleeping I'm updating my blog.
- the fact that I'll obsess over this post after I've gone to sleep and will consider deleting it in the morning.
- how much I have to censor myself on this blog.
- being negative.

Dear Lord, please let this angst-y, reminiscent-of-age-15 phase pass. It's crampin' my style.

Can't someone just fix me so we can get on with it?

Blog Product Placement.

I'd say it's about time for a video post, wouldn't you?




When I said send me your email address, I blatantly meant your post address. Oops. somewaywardtraveler@gmail.com

P.S. - Jess did show up. And they all Skyped me again. We read Mad-Libs. I'm a loser.

untitled.

I have officially be recruited.

I have updated my resume cause I'm a dork.

I am the assistant stage manager on the Finborough Theatre's production of Untitled.

I'm missing a bunch of show nights cause I have class obligations and they don't care. I do presets, make tea, open doors as needed and act jovial. It's amazing.

When introduced to the cast, one actor shook my hand and the following exchange occured . . .

Him: You're not American, are you?
Me: Actually I am, yes.
Him: Damn, I thought you were Canadian. Not that I'm a great judge of this or anything.

I think I'm gonna like it here.

(PS They also might want me to ASM the next one but nothing's solid yet and I don't want to jinx it but I'm so unbelievably excited!)

25 things.

This note has infected facebook. I've been tagged almost 25 times. I love reading them, but I don't write facebook notes. How shall I repay the favor I've been given several times over? On my blog, of course.

Basic premise: List 25 random things about yourself.

1) I have been a workaholic since I was 11 years old. I see no end in sight. I am married to my job at 21 and I'm still deciding if that's a good or a bad thing.

2) Last summer, I picked up and moved across the country to intern at Cal Shakes. This was far and away the best thing I've ever done.

3) I have known one of my best friends for 15 years. This is awesome and terrifying.

4) I was mistaken for my brother's mother when I was 14 years old. He was 10 at the time.

5) I collect posters from any show I see that sells posters. I get them framed and they are my pride and joy.

6) I am a huge creeper and I am (usually) totally OK with that.

7) I have broken four bones: both wrists and the same pinkie toe twice.

8) I love acquiring music because I think that I am assembling a soundtrack to my life.

9) I have never been in a relationship, or even on a date, in my life. This means I've developed a special affinity/hatred for unrequited love.

10) I have 3 tattoos and one piercing. And I ain't done yet. Each tattoo represents an important piece of who I am. The piercings are just for fun.

11) My main concern when I travel is not looking like a tourist. It's a pet peeve of mine and I will go out of my way to appear as though I've lived in any given place all my life.

12) I am currently majorly craving white bean and basil hummus and middle eastern flat bread from Traders Joe's. And my wife. If you live within driving distance of a Traders Joe's, do yourself a favor and go pick some up.

13) I have known that I wanted to go into theatre since my first show. I played Major General Stanley's daughter in The Pirates of Penzance. I settled on stage management because it is the job in theatre that I'm best at. I am allowed to nurture and care for people, concepts and an entire show. I have stuck with it because I completely fell in love with it.

14) I love Zac Efron and I'm OK wih that.

15) Next year, I am living in my dream house with some dream people and I simply can't wait for my senior year.

16) I give my family a lot of sass and I love it most when they give me sass. In all seriousness, I talk a hostile game on occasion, but I have never met more supportive and unconditionally loving people in my life.

17) I still consider myself a highly spiritual person even though I've been to church maybe twice since I went to college.

18) I wish my life was like the film Almost Famous.

19) I am extremely shy and introverted. I hide that fact with sass.

20) Sometimes, I try to do too many projects in a semester. Example: fall semester sophomore year and fall semester junior year. However, these are usually the semester that the most rewarding and life-altering projects come out of (such as stage managing Nature and Purpose of the Universe, operating sound for The Last Night of Ballyhoo and directing Dog Sees God).

21) My mother refers to Barrack Obama as "your candidate," which I think is funny. That being said, I have no idea where my parents stand politically.

22) I am a huge Shakespeare dork but I've only read about 10 Shakespeare plays. I'm working on this.

23) I buy plays faster than I can read them. Because of this fact, I have quite a collection.

24) I think actors are the most fascinating people. People above and beyone all else, but still bloddy interesting.

25) I am attempting to learn sign language. My current mode of instruction is Katy Perry's "Hot N Cold."

A pictures says a thousand words.

Possible interpretations for this picture . . .

1) Despite my best efforts, I need to sleep more.
2) It's snowing.
3) Damn, I was having a really good hair day.
4) It's snowing in London.
5) Purple really is an excellent color for me.
6) HOLY FUCKING SHIT, IT'S SNOWING IN LONDON!

So yes, it was snowing in London. A lot. And by a lot I mean 6 to 8 inches. Now, by upstate New York standards, this is nothing. By Massachusetts standards, it's snow but it's nothing to write home about.

It only takes 6 to 8 inches of snow to cripple the city of London.

Tubes were shutting down left and right. Buses became non-existant. The top story in the paper was a guy who walked 8 hours to work. The top story on TV was how to drive safely in the snow. The borough of Southwark ran out of grit to salt their sidewalks. People here don't believe in properly salting sidewalks. People here don't own shovels. Shopowners were outside with wire brooms sweeping their stoops. A couple people had giant spades and looked like they were ready to go dig some graves. School was cancelled for two days (not at the London Center, clearly.) It was pandamonium.

The good news is, it warmed up. It's raining now and the snow's completely melted. But everyone still seems a little shaken. After all, this was the most snow they'd seen since 1991. It was kinda funny. I giggled, I won't lie.

Oh, I almost forgot a possible interpretation.

7) Londoners are silly. This snow ain't got shit on me.

The Seven Circles of Laundry Hell.

First Circle: Spontaneously Popping Knobs.
The knob on our washer/dryer that controls the wash cycles and settings will periodically shoot out of the wall to reveal scary springs and much frustration.

Second Circle: Settings That Make No Sense.
Temperature settings (Celsius or Fahrenheit), wash cycles (do I really need that extra fast spin? Do I have a choice?), dryer settings (but I don't have delicates!) and the door that never unlocks. Our washer/dryer is toying with our sub-par intelligence.

Third Circle: Washer Tubs That Won't Drain.
Even when the safety lock disengages, signaling the end of the wash cycle, sometimes water pours forth to mock me. I have to fight it with a bucket. I usually lose.

Fourth Circle: Dryers That Toy With Your Emotions.
My dryer likes to tease me. No matter how much time I dry something, everything is always awkwardly warm and moist. It's not OK.

Fifth Circle: Lack of Dry Hanging Space.
Because the dryer is a tease, we hang our laundry. And even with a rack and a lovely shower laundry line contraption, there is never enough room. Ever.

Sixth Circle: The Never Ending Hamper.
No matter how much laundry I do, my hamper is always full. It's been full since the day I moved in. I've done at least a dozen loads of laundry. What the fuck.

Seventh Circle: The Unknown.
It might be where the socks go. And no, it's not Narnia. All I know is, I don't want to get here.